The man moved softly. Softer than ever. His tongue covered Rose, he was teaching the girl's tongue how they should move. Sometimes he sucked and bit Rose's lower lip. Before knowing it, Rose's mouth moved on its own, letting out a small moan.
The electric sensation turned into embers of a fire. As always, the fire made by Victor inside her did not feel pain. Rose instead found herself wanting to dive into the fire. The roots that had been tearing down the concrete foundations of Rose's walled heart, deepened.
Rose's logical mind said the girl should refuse his movement. But that logic was pushed into the back corner of her mine, almost forgotten. Or rather, ignored. Victor's fire had engulfed her and she let herself drown in the heat of his embrace. She wasn't ready to let go of that war
